into his system so abandoned, I must be dying! so much a mansion so redeemed for poverty as a vow becomes incredible. by salvation by pain while we give it to our children. I was a child, I floated into a field, I unfastened her mind. so cedar or oaken such gray orthodoxy: such a villain this mulatto mystic, but how to ransom substance? so dear in there, such a space in there, while fiending in there; too much industry, upon our carpet, we build false edifices; such quality so much a miracle where thoughts drift through ghettoes. if to classify us, it might be impossible, so heinous those dark valleys! so much in You, so revved in You, so sick of lying to You!
mental physics. a swoosh into a cavity. so misplaced feeling secure. our minds aloof, our agonies plural, such a pluvial race to live!
too much in us, so little in me, to float a field or see a child—such pleading for mother, such dying in father, or acceptance borderline apathetic. I disappeared in Love, I held a camera, it flashed—I saw Invisibility!
those
revving arts those heart-aesthetics as souls flaming through galaxies. thrust
into ghosts or reviewed for clearance while a soul was too alive to smile. such
rain in there such crucifixion, I hit a rug face to dirt so trampled underfoot.
we traveled in a room we unvetted doubt while so aloof it felt unhuman. such absorption those candent eyes while so nervous it was hard to speak. by audience-fever so suffused while pouring into Jesus. a sinner in me. a favor to fly. while they begged for redemption!
